A year ago today, I sat down at my laptop and wrote a thread about what makes Trump tick.
It was the first thing I ever wrote about narcissistic personality disorder (NPD).
Or, better put, it was the first thing I ever wrote about surviving an NPD.
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It wasn't planned. I just pulled up Twitter and started typing.
After 20 years of seeing it up close and an endless amount of study and coaching from therapists, it was no harder than describing an old friend.
I wrote it straight through in one clean pass.
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From the start, Trump was just uncomfortably familiar to me.
His early campaign was acutely agonizing.
It was like watching a horror movie and knowing exactly what's coming while the characters can't hear you yelling at the screen.
That sucked.
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By last year though, that initial PTSD-like experience had eased and in it's place was just a settled familiarity.
Trump is awful in all of the ways we know he is...
...but his behavior is as familiar and predictable as a book I've read a thousand times.
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Since I'm not a psych, I just wrote it like a view from the inside. A backstage pass of sorts.
"Here's what's going on behind the curtain..."
While I know the psych side well, it was a street map not a textbook.
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When I posted it, I had maybe 1,500 followers tops. I had only been on Twitter for six months or so. I was a participant but not much of a contributor...
...and then I threw it out there.
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I gained something like 800 followers overnight. 50% growth!
All that hard crap I had labored to get past and understand and manage through seemed to be of some interest.
Then I got some DMs.
People who had survived an NPD.
People just realizing they were living w one.
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I was blown away... but more than that, I was gratified.
It felt damn good to have taken a giant mountain of sh** and turned it into something useful.
Over the past year, I've talked to many, many NPD survivors.
There are a lot of us... and we get Trump implicitly.
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To all of the NPD survivors who've reached out or commented or shared that first thread and the others since:
I appreciate ya, my brothers and sisters. I truly do.
Keep speakin'. You never know who that might help.
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To you old-timers who were in my early circle way back a year ago or who came in after that first thread, thank you.
That was a tipping point for me...
It took me from mostly commenting on other people's stuff to deciding to write more of my own...
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...and to you folks who've joined along the way, thanks for helping to enlarge our little circle. I appreciate you.
Thanks for putting up with me - even when I'm a ragey rage ball (i.e.: this past week).
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Lastly, about that first thread.
It's held up pretty well, I think - but you can be the judge.
Didn't take a psychic though. Trump is just that damn predictable and that won't change.
My son and I do a thing where we scout “Best of…” food lists for new places, pick one, and make an outing of it. Barbecue, Latino food, ice cream shops, breakfast places.
Nothing fancy. Just good places that are new to us that we can make an outing of…
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These outings feel like little trips. Mini-adventures.
This morning, we did a breakfast run. Half-hour drive. Half-hour wait.
Sweet. Fancy. Moses.
Worth it. Delicious.
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Glazed pork belly bites on a stick.
Nacho omelette cups.
Pork roll, egg, and cheese egg rolls with cranberry ketchup.
Sitting with my son at an empty restaurant counter, the two of us drifting in and out of conversation as we tend to do.
An older woman walks up to me and says “Excuse me. Is this your son? I just wanted to say, you seem very comfortable with each other. It’s nice to see.”
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Let me tell you, that is among the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.
It is one thing to feel like you have a close, comfortable relationship with your child. It is another to have someone else tell you they can tell.
It was so out of the blue. And it made my day.
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And this wasn’t today. It was months ago.
I still think of it often.
I think it was that she saw us in the most regular of moments. We were there eating a casual bite, drifting in and out of being present, talking and then not, quiet and then talking some more.
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I can't even begin to tell you how many times some self-absorbed asshole has gone off on me like this while having no idea that my problems absolutely dwarfed their little drama they mistook for a crisis.
I hate people who do this.
For real, no joke, when my entire life was burning down, some person would just go off and then be like “I’m sorry. I’m just dealing with a lot right now.”
and it was never close to “a lot”.
It was always only *one* of the checkboxes on my list.
Always wanted to say:
“Ya ain’t the first to get divorced. Ya ain’t the first to have someone die. Ya ain’t the first to have crushing debt or lose your house or job. Ya ain’t even the first to have all of them at once. Your shit ain’t new, different or bigger.”
I have learned a lot about people and social dynamics from my experiences on Twitter.
One of the little insights: There are people on here who think reading someone’s tweets is like knowing them really well in real-life.
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That population on here tends to dramatically over-read and over-value minor things - both good and bad - as if they are hugely telling about a person…
and those people often change their whole opinion about someone based on those incidental little things.
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The irony is that the people in that group seem to think of themselves as really discriminating judges of character - as if they are far better at judging others than most - when, in fact, they tend to be much worse.